The thing about getting old is these theoretical discussions when your young get realer the more time progresses.
 

A Pact Made

So every couple has this conversation. Where we discuss our inevitable "End Times" and a desire for us to leave this Mortal Coil at approximately the same time so as to not be lonely without the other. Presumably the couple entertaining these morbid thoughts like each other and being last man standing in the relationship is deemed undesirable.

My wife and I are no different and since oblivion is price of life, we would like to face our doom together.  

She doesn't like to think of the logistics of that, but if you want to go "Together" that shit has to be arranged.